- Story by Lindsay Cohen, Grade 9
"How ‘bout an ice cream sundae fer you, little Susie?"
"No thank ya’, Mr. Callidus. A’ just ate ma’ lunch and mama says the ice cream isn’t good fer ma’ tummy."
"But you’re such a pretty lil’ girl. All pretty girls need ice cream!" Susie moved her head from left to right, inspecting her surroundings like a watch guard.
"A’right," she said in a soft voice, "just don’t tell mama."
"That’s a girl!"
"A’ only got twenty-five cents, though."
"Just the right amount for a sundae with a cherry on top."
APRIL 24, 1962. THE SOUTHERN POST. FRONT PAGE:
"GIRL DIES LAST NIGHT OF UNKNOWN CAUSE. SYMPTOMS WERE HIGH FEVER AND SORE THROAT."
Mr. Callidus flicked the paper onto his kitchen table with a smirk on his face.
"Awww. Poor lil’ girl. The family must be jus’ devastated."